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The S.A.T. presents....

Gundam Girls, the story behind the people. Part three of the S.A.T. (Silver AllianceTrilogy)

Chapter Nine : Heero and Atalanta fight! Perfect soldier makes way for King Heero of Elysion

Authors Notes... The events of this chapter were originally planned to occur later, but due to something I want happening in chapter ten, they have been promoted. We get to see just how much Heero's training with Dr J has affected him and the way he lives his life. "Blah" - normal talking. 'Blah' - talking to oneself. =Blah= - mate talking

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Heero was lying on the couch at Quatre's mansion. Atalanta and Syaoran were at Syaoran's Parent/Teacher afternoon, and he had nowhere else to go. As Syaoran's legal guardian, even though she was portrayed as his sister, she was required to do things like that.

Currently, he was arguing with himself. An event that he, for some reason, found himself doing a lot recently. The voice that wouldn't go away spoke to him again. It was getting worse.

'You have no name. You are a soldier, the Perfect Soldier'

'No. My name is Heero Yuy. I am no longer a soldier! I am a person!' he screamed at the voice, left over from his training.

'You are not meant to be a person. You are not meant to be human. You are the Perfect Soldier. You will always be the Perfect Soldier. You are alone.'

'I am not alone. I have friends. I have a wife! I have a son!'

'You are alone. You can have no companions. They will only hinder your ability. Friendship is worthless. Joy is worthless. Love is worthless. You are the Perfect Soldier.'

'Shut up! You're wrong. I love Atalanta. I love Syaoran. I have friends! Duo, Trowa, Quatre, Wufei! Rika, Aislin, Aurora, Lina! Zechs and Noin! Sally Po! Even that mortal, Saberwyn. I can count him as a friend. I can trust them!'

'Friendship is a myth. Loyalties will change quickly. Those you come to trust will betray. Do not trust. It is better to be alone, to be the Perfect Soldier'

That particular line of indoctrination caught his attention. 'Those I trust will betray? Duo betrayed me...leaving me to be captured by the Alliance. Doctor J, he never told me the truth about my training. I trusted him, didn't I? Maybe they were right.'

'Those you come to trust will betray. Do not trust.'

'Didn't I trust Endymion with Elysion's defence, albeit reluctantly? He turned out to be a traitor.'

'Those you come to trust will betray. Do not trust.'

'Atalanta? I trusted her, to stay loyal to me. Did she?'

'Those you come to trust will betray. Do not trust.'

'Saberwyn was supposed to protect my wife. I trusted him to do that, even though he was only a mere mortal. But did he do more? Did he do anything to her?'

'Those you come to trust will betray. Do not trust'

Realisation hit him like a thunderbolt. 'I trusted Atalanta to be loyal to me. If she betrayed me...she lied to me. She loved another man...'

"Saberwyn." Heero growled deeply as he stood up, his entire body rigid.

"Hee-man, what's wrong?..." Duo asked. Heero's entire persona was really scaring him. Standing before him was not his best bud, but the ultimate soldier and assassin, the killer that Dr J had trained. The perfect soldier that had first come to Earth, the Heero none of them really wanted to mess with.

"I'm going to kill that fucking mortal," Heero snarled, running out of the room.

"Something has gone very wrong," Quatre shuddered at what he was feeling from Heero.

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Ten minutes later, Quatre yelped, a sharp pain stabbing into his 'space heart'. At the same time, loud shouts were heard from next door. Loud, angry screams. One voice was clearly Heero's, the other belonging to Atalanta.

"What is going on over there?" Wufei grumbled in annoyance, the racket again disturbing his meditations.

"I'm gonna go see," Duo said, already halfway out the door.

"Wait for us. Something tells me that what ever is happening over there, it's important," Trowa said, in one of his rare moments of speaking in more then a few words.

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When they got over there, they could hear Atalanta and Heero yelling at each other in languages that they didn't understand. Heero was standing just in the front door, Atalanta in the front yard. Syaoran was off to the side, tears in his eyes, trying to hide himself from whatever was going on between his parents. Trowa came over, placing a hand on the kid's shoulder.

"You okay?" Trowa asked.

"Why are they fighting?" Syaoran whimpered. "Why are they fighting like this?"

"Do you have any idea what started it? Last we saw Heero, he was extremely mad, and talking about killing someone," Quatre questioned.

"You know how Atalanta is close friends with Saberwyn?" Syaoran sniffled, bringing a stop to his tears. Everybody flinched as a particularly violent outburst erupted from Heero, despite only one of them could understand it.

"What about Sabe? They're just friends, aren't they?" Duo queried.

"Yeah, well when we got home, Heero was waiting for us. You could feel the anger rolling off him. He's accusing Atalanta of cheating on him with Saberwyn," Syaoran revealed.

All of a sudden, Lina came jogging down the street. Seeing the conflict on the front lawn, she broke into a sprint, covering the final hundred metres in record time. "What is going on here?" she demanded from the huddle of boys trying desperately to stay out of the line of fire.

"Apparently Heero thinks Atalanta's been cheating on him, with some guy called Saberwyn," Quatre filled in.

"Bull shit," Lina replied, snorting. Then she looked up, hearing a very derogatory burst of Lunarian from Heero, and a plea to "stop it" from Atalanta. She pulled a phone out of her pocket, quickly punching in a number, then speaking into the mobile. "Trouble... Wing... Here, now. Spread the word."

"He's taking it a bit hard, aren't they just dating?" Duo asked, thoroughly confused.

"Shut up, otoko. You have no idea how much Heero's love means to Atalanta," she spat at the braided idiot. "She only wants him, and doesn't want to lose him again. She doesn't want to be alone again."

Recognition dawned on Duo, triggered by the word alone. He remembered how Heero was back at the start of Op Meteor, wanting only to work alone, trying to drive away anyone who wanted to give a damn about him. Back when he was the Perfect Soldier. He swore. "Perfect Soldier," he announced to the other pilots.

"What?" Syaoran asked.

"They all looked at each other, unsure of how to put it to the kid. "It's his training," Quatre eventually ventured forth, having trouble making himself heard over the racket. "Somehow his conditioning is trying to drive him away from her. Whatever the truth, his mind has given him a reason to hate Atalanta, thus stopping her from being an 'obstacle'."

Almost in confirmation of his theory, Atalanta's screaming changed to English, as she started to back away from the house.

"YOU BASTARD! I LOVE YOU! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT? I LOVE YOU, ONLY YOU!" she cried, tears streaming down her face, before spinning around and running off into the bush. Syaoran shook his head glumly as he felt her teleport away.

"She's run away. She's not coming back," he said to nobody in particular. The other three girls ran up, having teleported into the bush near the house, a different area to the one Atalanta had fled into.

"I don't think I want to know what just happened," Rika said from where she and the other girls were standing, taking one look at the expression on the boys' faces.

"Don't ask me," Duo ventured, "but from my view of the events, Heero has just dumped Atalanta in one of the worst ways possible."

"Heero, you have got some explaining to do!" Aislin yelled at the pilot standing in the doorway. In reply, he grunted, stepping inside and slamming the door.

Eventually, the girls, Trowa, Duo, Quatre and Syaoran cautiously ventured into the house. Duo went in search of Heero, Rika and Aurora tried to calm Syaoran down, and the rest 'council-of-war'red, trying to work out what they could do with the situation.

"I hope Saberwyn doesn't find out about all this," Duo commented, returning after the search effort failed.

"Find out about what?" a voice snarled from the doorway. "Where's Lady Atalanta?"

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After emerging from the teleport, Atalanta found herself in the park near the Venturer hall. She walked across the park, sitting on the bench where she and Saberwyn had met again in this generation. Her head fell into her hands, and she started to cry.

Her sensitive hearing could hear a song, probably being played on some house radio. It was pre-colony, for some reason that kind of music had come into fashion again. She vaguely recalled the name of the band, No Doubt, and she found herself singing along.

It was eerie, how well an ancient song matched her feelings so well. She didn't think too much about it as she sang along, tears pouring down her face.

You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together always
I really feel
That I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real
Well I don't want to know

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts

Our memories
Well, they can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts

It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are...
You and me I can see us dying...are we?

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no)
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't tell me cause it hurts!
I know what you're saying
So please stop explaining

Don't speak,
don't speak,
don't speak,
oh I know what you're thinking
And I don't need your reasons
I know you're good,
I know you're good,
I know you're real good
Oh, la la la la la la La la la la la la
Don't, Don't, uh-huh Hush, hush darlin'
Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush
don't tell me tell me cause it hurts
Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin'
Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts

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"I felt her leave, and she didn't seem in a good mood," Saberwyn continued. "Where did she go, and what's wrong with her?"

"Heero's just gone and accused her of infidelity," Duo supplied. "It was the final straw. She's running away."

"What!" the mortal barked in surprise. "Who'd he name?!"

Everybody fell silent, not knowing how to tell him what had happened. Finally, Rika ventured forth, offering a single word. "You."

Saberwyn stood his ground for several seconds, frozen by shock. "LORD WING, REPORT!!!!!" he then roared, his voice expanding throughout the vastness of the mansion. The ladies knew that this didn't happen every day, no knight of any order dared give orders to his god. What surprised everyone though, was when the missing Heero strode in to the room, calm as anything.

"What?" he asked, stone cold, but clearly none to happy to see Saberwyn.

"To know where in that combat-happy, pea-sized, over-conditioned brain, you managed to come up with the conclusion that your wife, the one who has stayed faithful and alone since present company all died, had been cheating on you!" Saberwyn spat, equally unhappy with the recent turn of events.

"She seemed to hold you in very high regard. She cares deeply about you," Heero replied. It hurt him to say this, his mind telling him he had been betrayed both by his wife and the upstart of a mortal that stood before him.

"Because I've been defending her for over five thousand years! I've been by her side since the end of the Great War." It was truth; Saberwyn had almost constantly been present to protect his lady, Atalanta, throughout eighty-three reincarnations. "She literally went to hell and back after you were all killed, and I was the only one there to support her. We became close friends because of that, but nothing more!"

Saberwyn paused, trying to calm himself before continuing. "Anyway, if caring about someone is indication of an affair, Blondie over there has a lot of explaining to do. He gives a damn about everyone!" he finished, pointing at Quatre to clearly indicate his claim.

"What does that have to do with it," was Heero's reply, still deadpan.

Saberwyn's jaw dropped. "You're not Wing," he accused. "The Lord Wing I remember was a kind, compassionate, emotional man, one who would do anything to ensure Atalanta's safety and happiness." The ladies were shocked, they had recognised that something was wrong with him, but this was the first time somebody had spelled it out for all to hear. They were willing to give Heero's recovery time, but Saberwyn was evidently not in the mood to be as tolerant.

"Now it makes sense," he continued. "You're not the old you. You want to be the old you, but something from your past is stopping you. Anything in the way of you becoming the old you is a threat to you."

"Whoa, Sabe," Duo butted in, "Take it down a notch for the morons present. You aren't making any sense."

"Shut it, Maxwell," Saberwyn snarled. "He knows what I mean."

Heero's expression had changed, an almost unnoticible shift, but it was clear he was paying serious attention to the mortal, and understood something Duo couldn't.

"Alright, impostor. I have an ultimatum for you. Either mister kindness-and-love better make an appearance and apologise to his wife, when I bring her back, before permanently replacing mister uptight, Perfect Shithead, Buster-Rifle-up-his-arse," Saberwyn spoke, his tone rising and darkening with every word, "or I will be forced to follow my orders. Do you remember those orders, 'my lord?'" he finished with bitter sarcasm.

Heero could only nod.

"Protect Atalanta while I'm away fighting? Keep her safe, keep her happy, keep her from being hurt in any way? Use all force to stop anyone who seeks to harm her? Sound familiar?" Saberwyn asked. "Good, because you've come dangerously close to becoming the target of your own orders. It isn't a pleasant situation, but I've done it before, and I'll do it again."

On that note, he turned to face Quatre. "I know you don't have the foggiest about what I'm about to ask, but I can't sense Atalanta. Do you have any idea where she might have run to?"

"Shouldn't we…"Aurora started, but Saberwyn cut her off with a wave of his hand.

"Any of you coming with me runs the risk of doing even more damage. It would be best for all of us if I went alone. I know how to handle this."

Quatre nodded. "I personally wouldn't risk it, especially since Saberwyn has done this before. He would know best. I don't know where she is, but does 'the first place' mean anything?"

"Enough," Saberwyn answered. "While I'm gone, work on him, though I'm pretty sure he'll pull through on his own. Somebody keep an eye on the kid. I'll meet you in the middle," he added cryptically, before turning and running out of the room. Trowa, leaning out the door, witnessed Saberwyn rip a sword from a display in the hall, before racing out the door.

Heero moved as well, leaving the room as if in a trance. Duo followed him, but was eventually cut off when Heero shut and locked the door of Atalanta's training hall in his face. Insulted, he turned to report this to the rest of the group.

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Rays of sunlight speared through the windows of Atalanta's mansion, illuminating the scene in the training hall. Heero was in the process of destroying the third punching bag of his all-night haul. His mind said he was fine, he was the Perfect Soldier, but in his heart he knew that something was seriously wrong with him. Hence the need to destroy inanimate objects.

A crash from the far end of the hall caught his attention. Turning, he saw that Lina had kicked the doors down, and was approaching him with the clear intention of inflicting bodily harm.

"You are a fool, Wing. What in all the hells got into your head, to make you think that Neko was cheating on you?" she growled, swinging the katana - she had nicked off Wufei - with barley restrained anger.

"She is too close to that mortal, Saberwyn," Heero replied simply.

"Idiot! Saberwyn has been following your orders to protect her. They are FRIENDS! Nothing more! She has been faithful to you for five thousand years Heero. Didn't you hear him? Get what he said through your thick skull!" Lina snapped.

"I cannot trust anyone. I am to be alone," he replied automatically, grabbing a long handled axe from the nearest rack of weaponry. Just in case.

'Case' happened, as Lina launched herself towards him, ready to take vengeance for the pain this fool had caused to her cousin. "Why don't you understand? She loves you!" she cried, swinging down on him.

Heero blocked effortlessly with the axe-pole. "The mortal is my enemy. I trusted him and Atalanta. Everyone I trust will betray."

"Bull shit!" Lina replied, sending a flurry of blows towards him. Heero Yuy, the Perfect Soldier, blocked every single one of them, before replying in kind. His intention was different. 'Lina is not the enemy. She did not betray me. The mortal was the one who betrayed me, and the mortal must pay. There is no other way.'

"I am a soldier," Heero tried to explain, still in the automatic mindset. "I am alone. I must defeat my enemy." He leaped over a swing intended to shorten him at the kneecaps, leaping away from Lina. As soon as he landed, he changed direction, charging at Lina with the axehead held before him. She ducked under his weapon, connecting her shoulder with his chest, and used his momentum to flip him over her back, sending him sprawling.

"The war you fought is over, Heero Yuy. Didn't you tell Wufei that, that he no longer needed to fight?" Lina asked Heero as he picked himself up from the ground, swiping a trickle of blood away from the corner of his mouth.

"I was wrong," he said, preparing to attack her again. "Enemies still exist. I must continue to fight my enemies." He charged her again, this time she blocked the blow. They looked into each other's faces, inches apart, separated by the hafts of their weapons.

"The only enemy left to face is yourself!" Lina yelled, trying to counter Heero's greater strength, pushing her to the ground. "The Perfect Soldier is no longer needed. Wing is needed now." Seeing movement at the end of the hall granted her inspiration. "Fight the Perfect Soldier, Heero. Fight for your wife's love. Fight for the son who watches you battle now!"

Heero turned his head to look over his shoulder, scared by the thought that Syaoran would see him like this. His fear was confirmed; his teenage son was standing in the wreckage of the door, tears in his eyes as he watched his father slowly try to destroy his family, his mother's friends. He turned without knowing why, to offer apology for what he had done to his child, leaving his attack of Lina.

Who, no longer straining to protect herself, now sprang up and dealt a painful blow to the distracted pilot with the butt of her weapon, tripping him in almost the same instant. Heero keeled over, spinning around in mid-air before crashing to the ground, where he suddenly came under attack from a completely different enemy. The contact between Heero's head and the ground seemed to knock loose a previously hidden series of memories. Realisation of how Syaoran came to be filled him, as he remembered the year everyone had spent trapped on Gaea, drawn there by an unknown will. Atalanta's last words to him before they were sent back echoed through his mind. "I'm pregnant".

=Ai shiteru, Atalanta= he thought, as the hideously one-sided battle between Wing and the Perfect Soldier played itself out in his head. Understanding filled him as the personality of Lord Wing, King of Elysion, and infamous prankster, finally flowed through his mind and body, overriding the conditioning he had been forced to accept under Doctor J, and booting the perfect soldier out the proverbial door. His eyes softened as he felt relief at being his true self once more.

Lina stood over him still, staring intently. In reply, he closed his eyes, uttering "Zero system disengaged," before planting a wide grin on his face. "Thanks for knocking some sense into me Nataku. I deserved that one," He smirked at his cousin-in-law.

"Wing? Is that really you?" Lina asked, hope returning to her eyes.

"Really Nataku, an I that easy to forget?" Heero flipped onto his feet, his eyes sparkling in mischief.

"Father?" Syaoran wondered aloud from the end of the hall. Seeing the devil-may-care grin sent in his direction, he started running to Heero, tackling him with a hug almost hard enough to send Heero back to the floor.

"I'm back, son," he consoled the child, ruffling the teenager's hair.

Suddenly a crackle was heard. It seemed that Duo had figured out how to use the intercom. "Hey cool, she's got cameras all over the house, even in the bathrooms," the braided wonder commented happily.

"Baka," Heero sighed affectionately, sending a one-fingered salute in the direction of the nearest camera. His brother would never change.

"Yo Heero, Lina, ya might want to stop whatever it is you're doing, cause a motorbike just pulled up the driveway. I think Saberwyn is back," Duo reported.

"Uh...I'd better get up there and fix the mess I made. I hope she can forgive me," Heero grimaced at the thought of how pissed off Atalanta probably was. She wasn't even responding to him via their mate-bond.

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Meanwhile, the other pilots and girls were sitting in the living room, having been re-joined by Duo, who had been dragged from the surveillance room by Rika before he caused too much damage. They looked up as Heero and Lina entered. The girls gasped upon seeing the look in Heero's eyes.

"Wing is back!" Aurora exclaimed happily, "The true Wing is back! Nii-san!"

"About time I came back, don't you think, imouto?" Heero replied playfully.

"Glad to have you back PROPERLY Wing. However, somebody has a lot of work to do," Rika stated.

"Don't I know it?" Heero muttered, leaving Syaoran with his aunts and unknowing uncles before walking out to find his wife.

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Atalanta looked up as she sensed Heero heading towards them. As he stepped through the door, his form shifted, causing her to gasp. For the first time in five millennia, King Heero of Elysion stood before her. She knew that he was truly his old self again, or else he would not have been able to change to his royal form. She got off Saberwyn's bike and walked towards Heero, slowly. As she moved, she also took her royal form, her tails hidden under her skirts and the crown of the Queen of Elysion sitting proudly on her head.

"Atalanta...I've been a fool," Heero whispered sadly in Lunarian.

"Anyone could tell you that," Atalanta snorted, "Nevertheless, I will forgive you for this. I have been informed that the Perfect Soldier took over you, but it appears you have defeated it, most likely thanks to Lina."

"I don't deserve you Neko," Heero sighed, looking at her with sorrow-filled eyes. He stepped up to her and pulled her into his arms, embracing her apologetically, feeling the warmth of the person he loved, the one he almost lost because he forgot how to trust his friends and family.

Atalanta permitted him to hold her for a short time, before pulling back. As he looked at her, wondering what was going on, she raised her hand, and slapped him hard. "That was for being such a bastard," she stated, watching sorrow and regret form in his eyes, before adding "And this..." she trailed off, pulling him into a kiss.

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Inside, everyone clearly heard the sound of Atalanta slapping Heero, even though none of them were disrespectful enough to actively try and watch the pair.

"Ow! I wish I knew what was going on out there," Duo muttered.

"You don't want to know." Saberwyn replied, having snuck into the room.

"What's the situation?" Aurora asked in Lunarian, concealing the truth of the scene from Duo, Trowa and Wufei.

"Lord Wing and Lady Atalanta appear to have made up. International scale chaos has been avoided, and I've just put myself out of a year's worth of work," the mortal replied.

"How can we thank you, Saberwyn?" Rika asked.

"You can't. He can. Give this disk to Heero. Everything he needs to know is on there. As soon as possible, please," Saberwyn answered with the grin of someone who is about to profit immensely, handing a datadisk to Rika. "It was an honour seeing you all again," he said, before turning his back and walking away.

"Weird," Lina commented.

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Author's Notes: Man, the argument in this chapter was something that I had been dreading to write. I'm so glad that I got it over and done with. If anyone is curious as to why those with their memories back never speak in Latin around the pilots who don't remember, it's because I figure that Quatre and Wufei at least would have been taught Latin in their schooling.

[This chapter has been heavily messed with by Saberwyn: Official Editor of the Silver Alliance]